Damn you, Iowa winter
It's cold. Really cold. Like, I'm wearing a long shirt, jeans, and a shawl and I'm still freezing cold. What I really need right now are slippers and a Snuggie. Yes, I would actually wear that overpriced abomination of a sleeved fleece blanket if I had one.
It snowed sometime overnight. I got ready for my day in ignorant bliss, but when I pulled back the shades right before I left I think I actually screamed. And swore. So December 7th is the first snow that actually sticks. December 8th might end up being the first blizzard, as we are in a blizzard watch right now and the snow is supposed to hit the fan around midnight. This feels excessive. Too much too soon, weather.
This morning I was awoken from peaceful slumber by the whine of the tornado siren. It wasn't a snownado, though, just a test since it's the first Monday of the month. I lay there for a while, wondering how the hell early they were blowing the sirens when I glanced at my clock and realized I'd overslept by an hour. Someone didn't set my alarm properly last night. I blame the cats. Because I can and they can't defend themselves.
So, the good news is if there is a tornado in the middle of the night I'll probably hear the sirens and not die, but the bad news is...well, being late, I guess. The extra hour of sleep was marvelous, though. Then I got Java House coffee, which I haven't done in ages, and accomplished about half of what I intended to do at work. Now I'm home, freezing instead of working on Christmas presents, and waiting on the midnight blizzard. I think I need tea. Slippers and tea will make me warm enough to sew. Screw the Snuggie.
It snowed sometime overnight. I got ready for my day in ignorant bliss, but when I pulled back the shades right before I left I think I actually screamed. And swore. So December 7th is the first snow that actually sticks. December 8th might end up being the first blizzard, as we are in a blizzard watch right now and the snow is supposed to hit the fan around midnight. This feels excessive. Too much too soon, weather.
This morning I was awoken from peaceful slumber by the whine of the tornado siren. It wasn't a snownado, though, just a test since it's the first Monday of the month. I lay there for a while, wondering how the hell early they were blowing the sirens when I glanced at my clock and realized I'd overslept by an hour. Someone didn't set my alarm properly last night. I blame the cats. Because I can and they can't defend themselves.
So, the good news is if there is a tornado in the middle of the night I'll probably hear the sirens and not die, but the bad news is...well, being late, I guess. The extra hour of sleep was marvelous, though. Then I got Java House coffee, which I haven't done in ages, and accomplished about half of what I intended to do at work. Now I'm home, freezing instead of working on Christmas presents, and waiting on the midnight blizzard. I think I need tea. Slippers and tea will make me warm enough to sew. Screw the Snuggie.